Third Person's Point of View
THEY were inside the bar now. Her officemates ordered different kinds of alcoholic drinks. They started to drink except her.
“Ayana, don’t be a killjoy. We’re not kids anymore.” Stacey said.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t drink?” She was already irritated.
“C`mon, girl! Evan will not be mad if you drink tonight!” Mica laughed.
She rolled her eyes. “Stop teasing me with Evan.” She grimaced.
“Then, drink and we’ll never tease him with you.”
To end that teasing smiles of her officemates, she grabbed the goblet and drunk the alcohol in it. She savored the bitterness.
“Hap
